Dreams dreams dreams. Mine was fairly lucid.
I yelled at J, got into an argument with L, the gist of which was I was cheating on our friendship with K. ‘Its because you like her selfies more than mine don’t you!’ (Neither if them post selfies. I love both their faces. Just sayin’)
But yeah I made J cry but gave no fucks.
Then I went to 8th grade math, but I had to go back to the other room three times for my stuff and in the other room was a group of friends I could have had but walked away from several times. (We didn’t click right. They were still too much for even old me, and new me is 100% more fucked up) though sometimes I wonder if I would have been happier with them and my own obliviousness…
So then after that I ended up in a house that I kept getting list in, even though it was my family home… Or actually I was more pretending that I was lost, a mimicry of some of my behavior now. If I don’t know its wrong how can I be elf accountable. Ignoring problems praying they’ll go away. I dunno.
After that though we ended up at L’s grandmas house (me, K, and L) and no matter how we set up the various tv’s and speakers, we couldn’t get it at an acceptable volume for the rest of her Fam.
Then my pastor showed up and told me there was an app for that and took my phone before I could close out a few different things, and I cried, because even though he didn’t see it doesn’t mean that just by my very basic ‘it needs to be hidden’ response, I shouldn’t be doing it.
Then I woke up crying. Good times.